Sometimes you need to take a moment to sort out exactly what's worth stressing over in the present. I've recently had a couple sleepless nights fueled by a stream of mind rambling, where one item constantly precedes the next. That's the worst kind of procrastination - thinking about everything you have to do right up until the last minute, instead of putting everything completely out of your mind up until the last minute! I mean, why go half way, right? Still, my better instinct tells me to just sit down and tackle each item one at a time.
And with that, I'm pretty confident you guys will be seeing something new soon that I've been wanting to show for a long time.
"Supernico!" 9x18 inches. Gouache and acrylic on board.
This was a private commission for someone who wanted a painting for her nephew's birthday. He loves Superman, Batman, stuffed monkeys and cool vinyl figurines. Clark Kent seems to approve from the backseat.
What to do when Nico lands the plane? Install emergency exits!
With gas prices the way they are, it's good to see someone still having a good time, even if it's a couple of villains on a roadster undoubtedly stuffed to the gills with boobie traps, cannons, and rocket boosters.
Me? I'm stuck in the studio for now, but hopefully I'll have some goodies to show soon.
I never seem to do any of the talking in these little comics with Alex and me. Maybe with good reason.
Just to elaborate on the thought in my cartoon: it seems strange that anyone should feel uncomfortable doodling in their sketchbooks. I talk about how there was a time in art school when I felt at ease, but really, art school was the place that made me the most uncomfortable to sketch. I spent the next eight years shaking that feeling off. I finally managed to somewhere along our trip through Europe last year.
But back in the art school days, us students would rummage through each others books after each 20 minute session, in search of the best drawing, that holy grail of line quality and gesture. Talk about pressure! These days I'm less concerned with achieving a perfectly drawn foot, and while I think it's important to learn all that stuff before you start breaking the rules, if you forget how to have fun along the way - well then you're in trouble.
Asleep yet? Here's some doodley-doos for making it through. Sorry, the proportions are a bit off.
Click through the images to take a look, or scroll a little further down for an old-fashioned style reading about our trip.
As a preschool teacher, you wouldn't expect your job to ask that you attend a study group in Italy for a week, but Alex jumped at the opportunity when it happened. I jumped at the opportunity to tag along. We stayed in a small city in the northern region between Bologna and Milan. Since it was for just a week, I wanted to see as much as I could, so I stuck to a tiny sketchbook and inks.
The Kit: Fabriano Journal, a large charcoal holder I bought in Rome last year. I use it to hold a pocket Isabey sable brush (the holder along with the tape wrapped around the brush handle prevents me from over-gripping.... tendinitis slowly creeping in). Staedtler pigment liner for writing, as well as quick sketches when setting up an ink well is more of a hassle.
Getting There
We had a lot of layovers in both directions. On the way there, we had a couple hours in Vancouver, where you can find the best airport you're likely to ever see, and then an afternoon and overnighter in London. Not much to show from either place, I was doing a lot more writing on this trip.
The next day involved a seven hour layover in Frankfurt, technically our first time in Germany. We stowed our luggage and took a small daytrip into the historic parts of the city. I sketched locals, ate a frankfurter with sauerkraut, and drank a large stein of beer, naturally.
Then it was off to Italy. After two days of being in transit I was getting a little grumpy, but this African fellow and his friend sitting nearby in our train car spoke in heavily fragmented English about the kinds of things you'd normally choose to talk about in your native language - like the pursuit of happiness. The quiet yet reassuring manner in which he spoke about his beliefs was inspiring, and along with the view of dusk slowly cloaking the Italian countryside, I cheered up.
Home for a Week
We reached our town and caught a cab to where we were staying: a monastery turned school turned hostel. A perfect combination of coziness with monk-like minimalist living space, a large open courtyard, towering archways, and an aging church bell tower next door.
Despite the long day of travel, we spent three hours wandering the neighborhood. The timing of our arrival turned out to be perfect, as we showed up on the evening of "Notte Bianca", or "White Night." Throughout the whole night, families, friends, high school kids, and couples all come together to walk the town, hear live music, and browse shops with no real purpose but to just enjoy being out on a warm summer evening. We went to bed at around midnight, and as we awoke to the chime of the church bell each hour, we could still hear people walking about. I can't think of a better way to become acquainted with a new place.
The family that runs the hostel has a few young cats that wander about. One of them bore a strikingly similar resemblance to my cat Raven whom, as you can tell from one of the first sketches here, I was already missing. So against my better judgment as well as a strict order from Alex, I let this one hang out in our room during my afternoon rests.
But upon realizing our sudden allergy attacks whenever we entered our room was due to the amount of time Raventini spent in the lush green courtyard downstairs, we put a stop to the visits. Besides, I got an email from our close friend house-sitting for us, who said the real Raven missed us terribly, slept on our bed instead of the one our friend was sleeping in, and stayed in my studio all day, and that made having a stand-in kitty feel like cheating.
I spent most of my days wandering the town and I got to know it well. Alex and I enjoy the more immersed style of travelling as opposed to fly-by photoshoot travelling, so we had our favorite piazza, our favorite restaurant, our local morning coffee spot and so on. The slower pace here definitely catered to our style of travel!
It's amazing how much one scene can change throughout a day. This pedestrian street is lined with flea market tents during the early part of the day, empties out, then becomes outdoor seating for a restaurant in the evening, and by night it's a sheen of cigarette smoke under which you can make out the shapes of trendy twenty-somethings at a cafe bumping pop and techno beats.
We also rented bicycles. It's probably the best way to see this place. Unfortunately, there weren't many options at the rental.
I managed to take a couple day trips by myself while Alex was attending her study group sessions. It was kind of scary to explore a non-English speaking country by myself for the first time, especially considering there weren't too many tourists in the area, but I got the hang of it pretty quickly.
Parma
My first trip was for just a few hours at a nearby city, Parma. They're known for their prosciutto, or Parma Ham. Our friend recommended I try it, saying having it for the first time was like taking a bite into a gourmet cheeseburger after eating McDonald's your whole life. I don't know if I had the best the city could possibly offer, but yeah, it was pretty fantastic.
I met up with Alex later on to tour a balsamic vinegar producer, tasting samples from a bottle aged 25 years. We also visited an old castle in the hills. For dinner? More Parma Ham.
Venezia
The second day trip was a three hour ride to Venice, the city of cities to have fun getting lost in. I only had nine hours there, but it was enough time to fall absolutely in love with the place. I alternated between navigating the empty shoulder width alleyways, snacking along the Grand Canal under large hallways, and braving the masses in St. Mark's Square. No gondola rides or even the water bus - maybe when Alex and I can visit together.
Mothers picking up their children after school, but having a chat first while the kids ran around, playing in the piazza.
Venice lingers long after you leave, it clings to you, its smells and sounds. It makes everything else beautiful too, and you stare out your train window where the vast shapes of fields, with its speckling of red poppies, cypresses and forgotten roads all roll by, soft and fleeting, like a kiss goodnight.
One of the girls at the hostel loved Alex's backpacker's umbrella. Nope, it wasn't raining. She also loved rummaging through my tiny cigar pochade box. It was pretty funny to see how easily amused she was.
There were some American dudes at the bar during a short layover in Frankfurt. They were Sweet Bros (dudes that say "Sweet, Bro", like, all the time), so I drew them the way Scott Campbell might, because a lot of his characters talk Sweet Bro-ish.
Hope you enjoyed the trip. You can view the images in a slideshow without having to click-enlarge over at my Flickr page. Ciao!
Mike has been an illustrator most of his life. He completed his first book when he was seven, a stapled mass of dot-matrix printer paper filled with leaping dinosaurs. He once drew the entire Sunday Funnies in the second grade, but none of the jokes were funny. In fact, his teacher found them to be quite rude and his parents were asked to pay a visit...read more
Sometimes you need to take a moment to sort out exactly what's worth stressing over in the present. I've recently had a couple sleepless nights fueled by a stream of mind rambling, where one item constantly precedes the next. That's the worst kind of procrastination - thinking about everything you have to do right up until the last minute, instead of putting everything completely out of your mind up until the last minute! I mean, why go half way, right? Still, my better instinct tells me to just sit down and tackle each item one at a time.
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